Age- 53 (For her particular breed of Fae, this has her looking about 25 in human years. Arbitrary number is arbitrary.)
Sex- Female
Physical description- About 5'2" with waist length wavy blood red hair. She has a fair complexion with a hint of a natural blush. Taele's eyes are violet with gold specks, and she's thin, almost excessively so, and isn't very well endowed. Her eyes have catlike pupils. Also, she has unusually long canines, a trait of her particular Fae subset, and that occasionally scares people into thinking she's a vampiress, a rumor that is untrue, but she does nothing to discount it, enjoying how people act about it.
Sexual Preference- Taele is panamourous with a slight lean toward women.
Abilities- Taele can do minor bits of magic, such as moving small trinkets short distances, and nothing above a pound or so at a time, or performing minor illusions that affect anyone looking at them directly (that is, making one small thing appear to be something else, like a rock as an emerald, or hiding a dagger by making it blend with her hand. The illusions only last as long as she concentrates on them). She prefers to talk or flirt her way out of trouble, but knows how to use a dagger relatively well. That is, about as well as someone who has trained with one for a couple of years, but not well enough to fight, say, a trained guard.
Backstory-
When Taele was very young in the years of the Fae, no more than 14, she was asked by her mother to go gather a few berries to add seasoning to their dinner that night. Taele scampered off into the woods for several hours, gathering and playing with the animals there. She returned to sounds of carnage. There were orcs stampeding through her village in a raucous orgy of destruction and sadism. She saw people she'd known her entire life slaughtered before her eyes as she hid in the bushes. Her father died defending her mother, and her mother died as well, but not before some orcs decided to use her for sport. Luckily, Taele looked away and only heard her mother's screams. She hid in those bushes for fear of the same fate, but, luckily again, they were too absorbed to notice the cowering little girl.
The next day, she found her village in pieces, or still aflame.
She ran, though she had no idea where to, and was found a week later by a human man and his wife, who took her in and treated her as though she were their own daughter. During that time, they helped her deal with her grief and taught her how to defend herself with a dagger. She would have been a bit more proficient in magic, but the humans who took her in didn't understand it and thus she only knew what her parents had been able to teach her. The couple farmed for themselves and lived away from most of society, and the only times Taele saw more people would be when they traveled to the small villiage a few miles out to sell what little excess they farmed together. Even that small gathering of people was enough to make her nervous, and she never would really be comfortable around towns again.
Taele's adoptive mother was kind, though a bit older, and couldn't do much around the farm, so it was up to her and her foster father to grow food. The unspoken agreement was simple; she would help them farm and they provided her with a warm bed and the love that wasn't quite what a mother and father could give, but was as close as could be. She learned how to cook, how to hunt, and other basic survival skills from her 'dad', because even he knew he'd have to let her leave and find her own way eventually.
The time leading up to Taele's departure was bittersweet. Both of her foster parents were growing older while she only looked like a young adult. If she stayed any longer, she would see them perish, and Taele couldn't bear losing them as well. So she knew she had to go, though it pained her to do so.
When she reached adulthood at 40, she bade her human parents farewell and left to find a place in the world, and perhaps cope with the traumatic things she experienced as a child. She eventually ended up building a small house about 5 miles from any civilization and living as more or less a hermit, eating what she could find and catch, and drinking from a stream nearby. She made small wood carvings in her free time, very intricate and detailed, and they went quickly at the market she went to occasionally, which allowed her to get the comforts she couldn't find or build, such as a bed, blankets, and clothes. That's how she lives now, with little contact and almost constant solitude, letting her anguish over her past slowly seep into her life.
Taele currently has an undeniable hatred of orcs buried deep within her, and though the memories of her childhood are suppressed, they surface at times with the right triggers. Taele hides the deep pain with jokes or biting sarcasm, and any who know her, know that she has a smooth tongue that has gotten her into, and often out of, deep trouble. She desperately craves companionship, though she'd never admit it.
Skills- Taele can fight with the dagger somewhat well (Mentioned above) and always carries one with her. She enjoys whittling, reading, and writing, and she also always has a diary with her.
Weaknesses- Taele is not physically strong, and any reference to the night her parents died reduces her to a complete mess. She begins to cry and moan almost incoherently, and if standing, sinks to the ground. She's incapable of fighting or using magic of any sort, and takes a few minutes to calm down. Even after such a panic attack, she's unsteady for a few minutes. She's also not trusting, and while she may have allies, she seldom allows herself friends.
(I know this isn't long, but I'm fairly new at this and just wanted to get a bare-basic sheet out.)
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